Chapter 18
Wren
“Can you grab me the milk?”
Maniac opened the fridge. “Anything else you need?”
I looked at the three bags of cheese, brick of cream cheese, and pile of crispy bacon. “Nope, that should be it.” I was making my delicious bacon mac and cheese for Maniac. He had mentioned in passing he missed his mom’s mac and cheese, so I decided I would make him my own. I’m sure it wouldn’t be as good as his mom’s but hoped it would come in a close second.
It had been five days since my breakdown. Maniac kept his distance, but I could tell the only reason he did was because he didn’t want me to spiral out of control again. I couldn’t really blame the guy.
He set the milk down next to me and peeked over my shoulder. “That’s a lot of fucking cheese.”
The overuse of the word fuck had annoyed me before, but now it had become something I liked about Maniac. I knew when he used the word, he meant it passionately. Right now, he was excited about the amount of cheese I was using.
His front brushed against my back, and I slightly stepped back. His arm wrapped around my waist. “Whoa there, darlin’.”
He had thought I had lost my balance, when really I wanted to feel his body against mine. I turned my head and inhaled his scent.
The arm he had wrapped around me tightened. “What are you doing?”
“I missed you.” I had. We had become close. Brushing against each other. Touching for no reason, and that had all changed. I wanted it back.
“I’ve been right here.”
I shook my head. “You’ve been here, but I want you here.” I twisted around and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Kiss me.”
He looked down at me, unsure.
Every doubt he had about us was written on his face. “Wow, now I know what you mean when you say you can hear me thinking.”
“Get out of my head, woman,” he grumbled. “I just wanna know for sure this is what you want. I can wait for you as long as it takes, Wren.”
I ran my fingers through his hair. “Kiss me.”
“Fuck it,” he growled.
His lips crashed down on mine. All the tension from the past five days disappeared, and it felt like I was finally home. My fingers gripped and tugged at his hair while his hands roamed over my back. “Maniac,” I gasped against his lips.
“Fuck, Wren. Just fuck.” There was my favorite word out of his mouth. His hands gripping my ass, and he lifted me up on to the counter. Cheese went flying, and the milk fell into the sink. Neither of us cared.
I spread my legs wide, and he wedged his body in between. “You okay?”
I nodded and rested my arms on his shoulders. “I’d be better if you were kissing me.”
“So demanding,” he mumbled against my lips.
“You like it.”
“Damn fucking straight I do.” His lips possessed mine, giving me what I had been craving.
His tongue stroked mine, and my hands delved into his hair, holding on while my overwhelming desire took over. Small moans and gasps escaped my lips as his hands roamed over my back.
He pulled my shirt over my head. “Best fucking sight I’ve ever seen in my life.” His voice was rougher than usual, and his eyes were hooded with desire and lust for me.
I ran my hands over his chest. “Take yours off.”
His shirt went sailing through the air before I even had the last word out of my mouth. “You need to turn the stove or anything off?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I hadn’t started yet. I had other plans.”
He chuckled and rested his hands on my waist. “Is that so? Are you trying to take advantage of me right now, Miss Glass?”
I batted my eyelashes. “Would you be offended by that?”
“Pretty sure you could do whatever you wanted to with me as long as your shirt is off and your end game is being naked with me.”
“That sounds like a pretty good ending to me,” I whispered. My lips felt bruised from his kisses, but I wanted more.
“Whatever you want, darlin’.”
My breath caught when his mouth touched my nipple, and his hands palmed my ass. “Bed,” he growled against my skin.
He hoisted me up into his arms, his mouth never leaving my breast. “My legs work,” I gasped as he tossed me on the bed.
I watched as he kicked off his boots and took off his pants. “I like carrying you around.” He crawled up from the end of the bed and covered my body with his. “Is that okay with you?”
A sigh escaped my lips. “I suppose it is, if you insist.”
He shook his head and chuckled. “I think some of that goofiness of your friends is wearing off on you.”
I threw him a wink. “Hate to break it to you, handsome, but every woman has a bit of goofy in her. If they say they don’t, they’re lying.” I leaned up on my elbows and watch as his hands swirled circles on my stomach.
“Not really interested in other women anymore.”
I hummed under my breath. “Good answer.” I gasped as he leaned down and pressed kisses to my breasts while his fingers unhooked the button on my jeans.
“You have too many clothes on,” he mumbled.
“Hate when that happens,” I whispered.
“Don’t worry, I’ll handle this.” He deftly took off my pants, his touch leaving me for barely a second before he was back on top of me.
“That was rather impressive. You managed to get the panties too,” I giggled.
He kissed me hard and deep then his mouth went from mine, across my cheek to my ear, and I pressed my body up to him. My fingers dug into his back, and another moan escaped my lips.
“So fucking responsive,” he whispered in my ear. His hand trailed down my stomach swiftly and was suddenly cupping my mound. His touch was light, and his eyes locked with mine.
I turned my head and touched the tip of my tongue to his ear. “I’m yours.”
“God dammit, Wren,” he groaned. His fingers parted the lips of my pussy and gently circled my clit. His lips crashed down on mine. This kiss was not light, gentle, or sweet. It was greedy and demanding. Taking what he wanted, and I was left panting with need.
His fingers deftly stroked my clit, driving me to the brink of desire. “Faster,” I panted. He kissed down my neck and over my breasts while his fingers sped up.
“Is this what you want, darlin’?”
Dammit, but I loved when he called me darlin’. “Yes,” I moaned. Whatever Maniac wanted to give me, I would take. “I want more.”
“More what?” he demanded.
“More of you. I want all of you.”
His eyes connected with mine. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want you, inside me.” I swallowed hard. “I want your cock.” The words left my mouth, and I didn’t even blush. I wanted him so bad I was ready to shout from the rooftops I wanted his cock.
His eyes held mine and kept hold while he positioned himself between my legs and stroked his cock between us. “I need to hear it again, Wren.”
“I need you, Maniac. I want you and only you,” I pleaded. My voice was strained, and I was ready to come all over his hand.
An animalistic groan ripped from his lips. My badass alpha was ready to come out and play. “You’re mine.” He plunged deep inside me, his eyes still holding mine. “You’ll always be mine,” he vowed. His eyes trailed down my body and watched his dick slowly plunge in and out. “Watch. Watch me take you.”
I watched him sink slowly into me, fighting the desire to let my eyes drift shut. All I wanted to do was float on the pleasure he was giving me. Good God, I was about to come. Not even thirty seconds in, and I was about to fly apart.
“You feel so fucking good.”
His words surrounded me, and my eyes drifted shut. I couldn’t fight it. My back arched, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close to my lips. “I’m so close,” I whimpered. “Hurry.” My need was frantic, and Maniac was the only one who could calm me.
I lifted my hips, encouraging him to go faster and deeper.
His hand trailed down between our bodies, seeking out my clit.
I shoved my face in his neck, unable to take much more. I held on as my desire broke, and my orgasm crashed over me.
Maniac’s hand drifted up my thigh, and then he lifted my legs so the backs of my knees were hooked in the crooks of his elbows. My legs spread wide as he loomed over me, and I sucked in a deep breath.
His eyes connected with mine while the traces of my orgasm ebbed, and I got to watch. I watched the man who had saved me, fought for me, and now loved me.
I held my breath as I watched the raw hunger and desire that consumed his face.
“Maniac,” I breathed out. I didn’t know how he was doing it, but I was going to come again.
He slowed his pace. Jesus Christ. The man was going to be the death of me. I wasn’t sure I could take much more.
He plunged back into me. My pussy tightened around him, milking his cock. “Holy fuck,” he growled between gritted teeth. In and out. With each glide, my desire built until I exploded around him again.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I screamed.
He let go of my legs, his body falling on top of me, and drove into me. Faster and faster. His jaw clenched, and he buried his face in my neck. A low growl rumbled from his chest as he emptied his come inside me.
Wow.
Holy wow.
“Wren,” he gasped as he tried to catch his breath.
“Yeah?” I whispered.
“That was…fuck.” He dropped his body to the side and cradled me in his arms.
“That was fuck?” I giggled. Boy, Maniac sure did have a way with words.
“You got me speechless, darlin’.”
I rolled on my side, pressed a kiss to his lips, and dropped my head onto his shoulder.
“You okay?” he asked, his tone concerned.
I titled my head back. “Never been fucking better.”
His body shook under me as he threw his head back and laughed.
There had never been a better moment than the one we were in to use Maniac’s favorite word.
“Dammit. I can barely breathe right now after that workout you just put me through. Try to hold off on being funny for ten minutes.” He reached down and grabbed the covers. He pulled them over us, and I relaxed into him.
I didn’t even make it ten minutes before I was fast asleep.
I didn’t dream because why did I need to?
Maniac was the man of my dreams, and he was sleeping right next to me.
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